2 poems by Jason Huskey

Like GLOW On A Saturday Afternoon

Jim's at the end of his shift on the morning
the Koreans go to war, watching
two women fight bare-breasted
over the last 32-EE bra in stock.

The youngish one throws an awkward punch.
Somewhere between a slap and a hook.
Jim looks on, slack-jawed
as their nipples harden heat.

The other woman, pale, wrinkled, sagging,
claps her bare chest and calls for God
to bear witness, before we all lose
out on the trumpets' squawk.

The two beasts shake waves alive,
parting their dead cleavage
with open-handed pockmarks.
Last minute curses before hell.

"Beat her ass!" Jim yells,
cheering on the woman who'll listen.
It's the one good thing he's got going for him
this final day of Earth and man.

© Jason Huskey

Murder For The Money

a dirty napkin full of sin
lip-liner literary death note
silver-barreled six-shot scythe awaits
blue eyes like sequins

© Jason Huskey